Welp, enough with the prison jokes. One day a year is enough for those.
Diana loves to boil chocolate on the stove and then dip stuff in it. Personally, I think it is one of the grossest things a person could do, cause after, the chocolate doesn’t really clean very nice. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love chocolate covered strawberries and potatoes and whatever-the-hecks, but I just can’t bring myself to not get the heebie-jeebies from the actual melting of the chocolate. something about it just makes me shutter, even thinking about it. Strange? yes. there’s probably a phobia named after that. meltachocophobia.
Every one in a while, i am reminded to question just what it is that drives me to draw these comics… either then the pure joy of having a drawing turn out the way i’d hoped it to, and looking back even a month or two ago and seeing small improvements in the time since then, or looking back a year ago and remembering where i was when i drew each of them, and what i was actually thinking when i toned some of them back, or whatever. Is that enough?
as per Mike Brown’s request: the thrilling conclusion to yesterday’s reflection. Let’s put it this way: the lesson to learn is CLOSE YOUR BLINDS.
If TV has taught me anything, and I think it has, it’s that prison is not a place i’d like to be.
Once when I was in a touring choir, we sang at a prison for young people. We did this skit, a drime actually, where God and Satan fight. I played the part of God and in the drime, and in the middle part of the skit God gets beat up pretty badly by satan. It was a physically and emotionally difficult part to play. I can honestly say that in the prison “camp” thing, it was the only time we did that drime where people cheered when Satan was beating up God. By the end, I think the message got across, as many people were moved to tears… but still, it was a pretty surreal experience, actually feeling like evil is winning. I remember having a conversation with this kid after the performance, and when he left, one of the “camp” workers came over and said “what did he say?” and I was like “he said he liked the skit” and it turned out that kid had done some pretty messed up stuff and didn’t really talk to people… I mean, you’d have to to be in a juvenile prison… I haven’t thought about that in a while.
anyways, prison = bad. don’t go there.
I gotta say, this is one of my favourite strips! I spent a good long while listening to “Clair de Lune” over and over again, and it just kind of came to me! Anyways, happy monday!
For example, today i learned that the next macbook itineration, AKA apple’s next phase in their evil plan to own the world’s money, while having a wonderful screen resolution, won’t have fire wire ports. they did that for a bit with the first version of the aluminum “mac books”… for the short period where they weren’t macbook pros… anyone remember that time? Anyone remember the “new” polycarbonite white macbooks? anyone remember old black macbooks? a couple of apple’s gimmicks that didn’t really last very long? Anyways, the new one will have two thunderbolt ports, which is cool, except that i don’t need thunderbolt ports, i need firewire ports. It’s not that big of a deal, having my macbook that i have now, but it’s just another annoying reminder that apple continues to change things just slow enough to keep people buying stuff annually. That being said, first gen ipods and “classic” ipods… there’s quite the difference.
Gotta love when it is late, and you think you are having this philosophical break-through, and then you realize that it doesn’t make any sense, because it is late, and most good-thinking happens directly after coffee, early in the day. Anyways, as i write this, now, looking at the clock, i realize it is 12:30 midnight. I don’t know if this will make sense tomorrow. I thought it was funny today. That is all! I still love this new tablet. woot!
It’s probably not very noticeable (not yet, anyways), but, this is a little thing we like to call an art-upgrade. I’ve made the jump from bamboo to intuos5! it is a good jump… from a tiny tablet, to a medium sized one. So far, i have liked this jump. it will take some getting used too, but for now, it’s nice to not run out of space.
One thing i love, probably the thing i love the most, about being in the city is all of the super random crap that happens. It’s almost like I have to walk around with a pad and paper and just write it all down, before i forget it! When Diana used to live here, and I would visit every weekend, I never had a shortage of things to draw or write about. Anyways. this is another “actually happened” comic. We’re in the food court. I’m eating my fake-chinese food, minding my own business, when suddenly, a lady sits beside me. Right beside me. i’m sitting at the “bar seating’, which has like 25 open chairs in EITHER direction…. and she picks the one RIGHT beside me, and starts eating really weird, celophane-wrapped food very loudly. I was so annoyed. Anyways… I’ve come to realize that much of what inspires these comics are things that annoy me. Plus! in the city, how is it that so many old ladies have those little pull-carts? where does a person even BUY one of those? what do they even keep in there? Diana laughed at me being annoyed by it and said that i wouldn’t do well in a hot culture… but i think it’s just that i’m not used to hot-culture stuff in good ol’ cold-culture canada. Or, maybe i just like eating in privacy.